Trans Pacific Partnership Agreement and the power of leaks


Wikileaks is back in the headlines with the release of a secret document containing the negotiated text within the controversial Trans Pacific Partnership. You can read the released text here, but unless you are willing to sift through endless amounts of legal jargon, you might not be able to understand how this is effects you and why it’s so controversial.

For the convenience of those reading this, various articles from various publications will be linked below to help in understanding, but it’s important to realize how much these leaks are creating political opposition toward the TPP both within Washington and the public.

For instance, this article shows how unlikely allies are opposing this partnership from both sides of the aisle. Whenever you can get bipartisan support in congress against something that is unquestionably bad for not only the American people but for the world community, you know you’ve done something right. If anything, this particular leak goes very far in confirming Wikileaks original goals and intentions: to affect political change through leaks.

On top of that, there is a growing movement around the world opposing the TPP and protests are being planned within the United States including this one organized by Occupy Naperville [Edit: This already happened. My mind is still in October apparently. I will post additional links to future protests soon].

It is clear to any objective person that the previous leaks and the newest one from Wikileaks only confirm what many activists and journalist such as Julian Assange have been saying for years: leaks have the power to change the world.

Information on the TPP:

International Business Times



Demons like me

Demons like me sip beer
Whilst the dancing beauty flirts,
her midnight eyes gazing seductively,
through glasses made of iron.

Drinking the amber makes me stupid,
But I already was when I touched her hips,
that denied me my basic right,
turned my privilege of want,
into a fantasy of delusion,
Sorting through memories,
I forget life and women,
I only recall the danger of being afraid.

While the edge of the knife
So sharp,
So beautiful,
draws blood from my throat,
And I beg the dancing beauty,
The one who baptized me with castration,
To spell my name,
On a sheet of rock,
She spells it out,
And smiles and shrugs.

My torment is a game,
My lust means nothing,
The knife is just a tool to end it,
The thrust is quick and clean.


Strangers tell me stories,
Visualizing death.

Strangers who know,
What it means to be afraid
And to care,
But to forget it all,
In the midst of hails of bullets.

Strangers tell me lies,
The lie is not subjective.

And then say it was a game,
It means nothing.

Strangers with familiar faces,
sing this strange song.

But the strangest stranger dances,
While New York falls and falls,
Till all that’s left is a newspaper,
A printed masquerade.

Where justice is a game,
Another pawn in a mass charade.

If you could see me now

If you could see me now,
My glistening failures,
My prominent despair.

If you could see me now,
through this tiny hole,
through this lens of gold.

If you could see me now,
With my vibrant tears,
with my bleak hopes.

If you could see me now,
Would you say “well done”?
Would you say “good job”?

If you could see me now,
If you could grasp me now,
If you could hug me now.

If you could,
If you could,
But you won’t,
‘Cause you can’t.

If you could even hear me now,
If you could only see my stupidity,
If you could only visualize my ignorance.

If you could see me now,
Would you still love me?

Straight Talk on Bill de Blasio

According to this article from the Gothamist, Bill de Blasio received a healthy portion of his funds from Wall Street and from the NYPD.

Here’s the thing: as much as people like to talk about his rhetoric, de Blasio’s funds come with conditions. The people who contributed to his campaign–many of whom are quite wealthy–do not want him to act on his promises. Instead, they want a stooge who will continue Bloomberg’s policies with regard to the 1%.

To say this does not amount to cynicism but rather toward a healthy dose of skepticism which will serve the country well if Obama’s election campaign promises are remembered at all. In order to combat de Blasio’s possible betrayal of ethics, activist groups must not halt their efforts just because of his promises. Pressure must continue from all angles and issues.

Hope is cheap in a country of betrayal. Obama’s promises are now just slogans. Pray that doesn’t happen with de Blasio. If it does, people will need to take a second look at how not only NYC is organized but the country itself.

The Photojournalist


Next to the dead man sat a child. His tears, framed in a photograph, gave life to the mysterious realization of death–that is–it’s always close.

The next frame showed a man with a knife on another man’s throat. His bloodlust reflected in the blade and the fear in the victim’s wide, horrified eyes.

The final frame was that of a child, crouched over and whose belly was bloated. His desperate agony was untold until now. But the hunger still remains.

As the Photojournalist looked at his photographs, he understood why he shot them originally. However, he lost his sense of purpose when he had won the Pulitzer prize for the last photo. The letters he had received were as numerous as they were hateful. Why didn’t you help this child? Why didn’t you help this man?

‘But I did’ he would whisper to himself on those lonely nights when he would lie awake for fear of dreams of headless bodies and unfathomable violence. ‘I did what I could’ he whispered. ‘I wanted to show the world.’

Anger and depression can be interchangeable things, and when there is no understanding anymore it just becomes another burden. So the Photojournalist thinks as he puts the gun to his head.

Diary of a Wannabe Journalist Pt 2

If reading about a wannabe journalist’s personal feelings and frustrations does not interest you, please skip this blog post. However, if you are perhaps feeling similarly to me or are otherwise sympathetic, read on.

I’ve been a writer for a very long time. I’ve been a journalist for not so long. Journalism is a new venture for me. Despite the line ‘Activist Journalism at it’s Finest’ on my blog, I have showcased very little of what I consider “real” journalism on here. The reason for that isn’t because I don’t have topics to write about–I do–but it’s because it’s hard for me to put all the time and effort into writing a blog post about a news event when, as it would happen, nobody is going to really read it.

I really don’t care about the money. . .well maybe that is an overstatement but what is true is that I care enough about the real issues to not let money persuade me to do something that would earn me more of that. I guess that is why I feel as if I’m well equipped to handle this kind of job.

Still, as someone who is a college drop out, it is frustrating to me that I won’t be given a chance because of my lack of a college degree. Mind you I am working hard to go back to school, but the process is slow and boring and meanwhile I am just barely getting by.

Anyways, I’m going to keep this segment of ‘Diary of a Wannabe Journalist’ short today. Hopefully those who are actually reading me will keep it up. And if you have any advice or tips of any kind please email them to

Thanks again, and may the force be with you.